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Elisa Stratten's Biography

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Coffee. Soleil decides, in the moment that Elisa swings open the café door, that coffee - a purist at heart, she’ll order a cup of dark roast, and drink it black - is an excellent idea. She mutters a thanks as she slips past the other blonde.

Soleil’s head tilts as she gives her new acquaintance a subtle once-over. Elisa looks young to be married - almost too young to be renewing vows; but, then again, Soleil’s only 23, so most would say that she, too, is young for matrimony.

“Renewing your vows? Have you been married long?” she inquires, simply out of honest, and innocent curiosity.

Elisa’s eagerness is palpable, and Soleil picks up on the way her stride hastens as they near the coffee shop. She could go for a cup herself, and perhaps a sweet treat as well.

Soleil lets out a brief laugh, and with a shake of her head, she responds, “I’m not usually cool with stealing, I don’t think anyone would be. But, I try not to pass judgment too quickly, you know?” She shrugs - everyone has their stories, everyone has their reasons. To Soleil, Elisa doesn’t seem like the malicious type. Perhaps she would’ve reacted differently on another day but, in this moment, she’s feeling particularly forgiving.

“Great!” Soleil exclaims, a broad smile returning to her lips, “There’s a small coffee shop just around the block." She makes a sweeping gesture with her hand as if to say, "after you” and they begin to make their way down the sidewalk.

She notices how Elisa’s cheeks redden slightly, causing her to let out a quiet laugh. “If you’re embarrassed about the whole pick-pocketing thing, don’t be,” she reassures her, waving idly, “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot in any way. I can promise that I’ve done much worse for fun.” The smile on her lips does not falter as she speaks. Fact of the matter is that, as a teen, Soleil had the habit of going on crime sprees just to get by - judgement would be hypocritical on her part.

He listened quietly to her explanation, recognition touching his features at the mention of Brenna. “I see.”

Was. So Brenna was dead, then. He didn’t know the girl well, but any friend of Mackenzie’s was.. well, maybe not his friend, but they weren’t enemies, either. “Well, then you and I have something in common. I haven’t been around in a while either.”

“Pleasure is mine, Elisa,” she replies with another one of her trademark grins, “Are you free now?”

Soleil offers her phone number in the event that her new acquaintance has other things to do. She’s sure multiple opportunities to convene will present themselves, so for now, she is unconcerned that Elisa may or may not be available. “Perhaps this is too forward,” she states, “But, we should get together sometime - you, me, and my wife. For formal, more polite introductions."

“Caught me on the one day I forgot my wallet at home,” she says, shoving her hands into her back pockets, “Bad luck on your part.”

Normally, Soleil wouldn’t take too kindly to a stranger reaching into her pockets. But figuring the blonde is the same woman who’d almost fallen victim to Rhiannon’s penchant for petty theft, she offers a toothy grin in greeting. She apologizes, then, for her wife’s behavior, and even insists to buy the woman a cup of coffee as consolation. “Rhiannon often can’t help herself,” she adds with a laugh, "I’m Soleil, by the way."